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As many of you know, I am an Indie Author. As I continue to finish and publish new books, I'll use this thread to list the links to them and keep this first post up to date for you! Winding Deep - Book One of the Red Chronicles The life of an assassin turned thief is rarely dull and Red has more trouble than she bargained for with a contract on her head, assassins behind every bush, an enigmatic tavern with a mind of its own and the cult of Medeana showing far too much interest in her. A strangerâ€™s quest will lead her and new friends to a remote cave and a mystery that could endanger not only them, but the world. Amazon Kindle Edition Amazon Print Edition All other electronic formats on Smashwords Sereine: Book One of the Hunter Trilogy When the fragile status quo between humans and the blood-hungry sirens is threatened, one Hunter finds himself thrust into the middle of a potential war and is forced to seek help from one of the very monsters he is sworn to destroy. Can Frank Donaldson learn the disturbing truth of the sirens and avert catastrophe before humanity finds itself knocked off the top of the food chain? Amazon Kindle Edition Amazon Print Edition All Other Digital Formats on Smashwords Caelestis: Book Two of the Hunter Trilogy â€˜She is coming.â€™ Ominous words spoken in warning, siren to Hunter, that will come to haunt paranormal investigator Esca Boyde as she discovers her frightening role in the scheme of an ancient enemy. Frank and Danny return in Caelestis to find themselves caught in a web of terror as they, Esca, and strange new allies fight to save both human and siren from a darkness that could consume them all. Amazon Kindle Edition Amazon Print Edition From Bad to Verse: A Poetry Anthology A small collection of nine short poems exploring everything from writer's block to how the Grim Reaper may have come to be. Amazon Kindle Edition Amazon Print Edition Shifting Sands: An Alex and Jamie Novel This novel contains some graphic adult content and cannot be linked to. Search for and RAOR. Marshal Alex Reeseâ€™s career is on the rocks. Disgraced, he finds himself chasing a run of the mill hacker but Jamie Iverach will teach Alex more about himself than he ever wanted to know. A shady club owner with a plan and a trip to the desert will change the marshalâ€™s life forever. Can he survive being hunted by his own people long enough to find a way out of the madness? *Note that this novel contains several explicit encounters between two consenting, male adults. COMING SOON: Cassus Belli: Book Three of the Hunter Trilogy Winding Deep: The Red Chronicles #1
A Quick Foreword A story set in the year 4E10, 10 years after Oblivion ended. With Skyrim being set so far after Oblivion, and the Thalmor themselves not emerging for about a century after the end of Elder Scrolls IV, this period is kept very much in the dark. All that we know happened in this decade is a single sentence: 'Chancellor Ocato did a fairly good job of keeping the Empire together until his assassination in 4E10, presumably by Thalmor agents, casting Tamriel into seven years of strife known as the Stormcrown Interregnum. I'm a big fan of using this as a story setting for a couple of reasons, but what really speaks to me is the part that says 'presumably by Thalmor agents', which leaves doors open for all kinds of plot twists (did someone frame the Thalmor for the murder, for example) It also avoids treading on the toes of 'The Infernal City' novels, set three decades later, because that is mostly focused around the new Mede dynasty that emerges at the end of the Interregnum, in 4E17. I hope this story ends up going somewhere but as it stands now I only have a brief plan and a handful of pages. I don't know how quickly this will progress but I am going to make sure that what gets uploaded here is at least of a semi-decent quality. I also realise this is fairly Lore-heavy - I like to stick as close to the canon content as I can when it comes to writing fiction in other people's fantasy worlds. So, assuming you've been brave enough to slog through all that Let's get into the story. (Feedback is more than welcome; it is desperately wanted!) Bravil, 4E10 The Dark Elf looked at the Argonian lying unconscious at his feet and felt a sense of Deja Vu. It definitely wasn't the first time, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. The Breton woman looked okay now, just a bit scuffed and bruised. He gave her a bemused smile and shuffled a bit. Neither of them really knew what to do: They'd never been in a damsel-and-hero situation before. Bravil wasn't a nice city. It was damp, wet, and diseased, and the heavy air soaked the clothes to the skin. It rained most months of the year. Refugees and vagabonds were the only people who lived there. The reeking Larsius river passed right through the middle, and served both as the city's water source and only sewage system, but the people didn't even notice the smell anymore. Rotten houses were piled on top of each other in stories of three or four and each looked ready to topple at any moment. And no-one would care if they did, because Count Regulus Terentius, the governor of the city and the County around it, spent all of his money on his castle and ridiculously expensive self-portraits. He deliberately distanced himself from his disgusting and malnourished subjects. Officially he was now King Regulus I, since Bravil was now a de facto independent state, but so far the Empire had taken little notice of his claim. Most people thought he was just feeding his ever â€“ growing ego, which the downtrodden people were used to. The city had suffered even more since the Red Year five years ago because many dark elf, or Dunmer in their language, refugees had started squatting in the city. Most people saw them as a nuisance: they didn't work, or pay taxes, or do anything useful - instead of absorbing themselves into society, they'd remained fiercely separate. They effectively claimed a corner of the city for their own, and thus, street brawls between the resident Argonians and Dunmer was commonplace. The races harboured a bitter and all-consuming hatred of each other that was only understandable after poring through thousands of years of history, but in short, it started with slavery. The Argonians had been enslaved and abused by the Dark Elves for generations and traded throughout Morrowind, the dark elf homeland. The dark elves came into the swamplands that were the lizards' natural home and hunted them like prey; they took them from their homes. Children and women were the highest in demand, the men were often just killed. House Telvanni, the wizard family, was the worst. They paraded the lizardmen in cages at their fairs and carnivals and sold them to the highest bidder to be treated like property, and the Empire largely turned a blind eye to it, to the outrage of the lizardmen. So when the Red Year occurred and Morrowind burned in the aftermath of the eruption of Red Mountain, the Argonians took their opportunity. They seceded from the Empire and invaded the crippled province. They butchered countless thousands, innocents and soldiers alike. They cut a swathe of destruction throughout the south and north-east of the province. House Telvanni took the brunt of the Argonian's brutal vengeance. The house was all but destroyed, and it was only when the armies of House Redoran and Indoril united and intercepted the Argonian army on its way to Mournhold that the Argonians relented, but only after a devastating battle costing hundreds of lives on each side. Now, all of that hate came out in the alleys and sidestreets; blood flowed with the rain in the city of Bravil. The Argonians would kill the Dunmer in the name of vengeance. The Dunmer would fight like cornered lions to protect the remnants of their culture. This dark elf had been heading back to the Dunmer side of the city when he saw a pair of Argonians harassing a young woman. The rain had soaked her dress sodden and it clung to her body revealingly, and the lizardmen danced around her, laughing and throwing bawdy comments. The Dark Elf stopped. 'Leave me alone!' she shouted, but the larger Argonian laughed softly. 'Why? We're just having some fun.' He feigned towards her, making her leap back amid dry cackles. 'Are you wearing anything valuable, girl?' The smaller Argonian asked. 'Ooh. Luck, Xiameel. Something glinting hangs around her little neck.' He sneered as she shrunk away and clutched the small, golden necklace. The dark elf was interested. Where did a girl in Bravil get jewellery like that? The one called Xiameel leered at her. 'Looks valuable. Where did you get it?' 'Leave me alone or I'll call for help!' The woman threatened desperately. 'Oh, you will? The guards don't like this part of town. They don't come here.' The woman's eyes welled up. She wasn't an ugly girl, she had that light brown hair and clean skin that Bretons usually have. She obviously knew what was on the Argonians' minds. 'You know, I hear that Breton girlies are very wild. Is that true, sweetheart? Are you wild?' He reached out a scaly hand to grab her hair. He never reached her. The dark elf grabbed the Argonian's shoulder and spun him around. The lizard cursed and had just enough time to see the grey-skinned fist before it connected with his snout. He fell limply to the grimy cobbled ground. The second lizard stood watching and the dark elf's red eyes fell on him. 'I think you'd better go home hatchling.' The young Argonian scattered away into the murky alley. Now the elf found himself faced with this young, battered Breton woman. He held his hand out to her but she just stared at him. 'What's your name, Miss?' He ventured. 'Claire.' She replied. 'Thankyou.' 'It was nothing. I'd never pass up a chance to put a lizard on his back.' He paused for a second then smiled. 'Do you have a home?' She chuckled. 'Doesn't everyone?' She allowed him to help her up and gifted him with a smile. Her teeth were a sparkling white, her lips were full and red. 'I should take you home,' He replied. 'It'd be much safer for you. Especially when you're wearing such a large target.' She clutched her necklace again. 'It is very dear to you?' He asked. 'Yes. It is a family heirloom.' Her large, brown eyes widened suddenly. 'You aren't going to take it, are you?' 'No. And if I had wanted to, I would have by now.' He replied. 'Good point. You never told me your name,' 'Baltis. Of the Indoran family,' He said with a solemn face. She was quiet for a long while. 'My father always told me never to trust a Dunmer. All they do is cause trouble.' She pursed her lips. 'But thankyou for saving me.' They walked a long way â€“ Baltis noticed that they were definitely leaving the poor quarter. He was quite interested in hearing more about what she had been doing so far from the safe side, though he didn't ask any more outright questions, and she didn't talk any more about herself. His wonder heightened as she led him into a part of the city where the houses were more substantial and made of stone and the smell of the river was faded, but still clung to the air like a parasite. Then they came to a halt outside of a tall, well-built house. 'Here we are. Thankyou again Baltis.' She glanced around as if to check no one was watching and then pecked his cheek gently, and disappeared inside. He watched the door with a bemused smile, only then realising how late it was. It was after dark. He touched his cheek where the kiss was still warm. Then began the long walk back.